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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.