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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.