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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.