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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.