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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.