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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.