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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.