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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.