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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Can,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.