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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.