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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.