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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.