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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.