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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.