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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.