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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.