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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.