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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
UT,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.