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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Main Source,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.