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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Can,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.