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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Cure,
Index,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.