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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.