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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.