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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.