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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.