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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.