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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.