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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.