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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.