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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.