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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.