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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.