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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.