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 Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Bluetip,
June Days,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.