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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Standells to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Audionom,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.