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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Martian,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.