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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.