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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.