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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.