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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.