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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Index,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.