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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.