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 Australia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Brick,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.