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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.