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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.