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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.