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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.