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 Morocco 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.