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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.