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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.