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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.