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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.