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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.