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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.