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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.