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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.