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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.