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 Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.