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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.