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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.