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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Monks,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Fear,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.