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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.