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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.