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 France 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.