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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.