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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.