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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.