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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.