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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.