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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.