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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.