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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.