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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.