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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.