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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.