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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.