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 Spain 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
the Association,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.