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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.