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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.