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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.