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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.