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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.