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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.