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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.