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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.