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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.