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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.