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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Nico,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.