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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.