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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.