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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Nas,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.