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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.