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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
AZ,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.