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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Moebius,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.