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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.