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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Nico,
Pole,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.