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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.