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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.