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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.