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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.