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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.