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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.