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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.