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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Index,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.