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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.