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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.