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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.