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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.