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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.