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 Chad 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.