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 France and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.