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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
the Swans,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Fear,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.