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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.