Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.