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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.