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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Television,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.