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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.