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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.