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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Black Flag,
MC5,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.