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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.