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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.