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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.