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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.