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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.