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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.