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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.