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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.