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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.