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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.