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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.