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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.