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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.