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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.