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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.