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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.