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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.