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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.