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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.