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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.