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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.