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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Can,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.