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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.