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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.