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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.