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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.