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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.