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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.