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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.