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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.