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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.