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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.