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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.