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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.