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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.