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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.