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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.