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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.