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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.