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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
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.