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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.