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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.