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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.