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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.