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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.