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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.