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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.