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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.