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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.