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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.