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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.