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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.