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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.