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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.