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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.