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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.