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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.