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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.