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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.