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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.