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 Mexico and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Index,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.