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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.