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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.