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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.