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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.