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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.