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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.