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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Ituana,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.