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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.