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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.