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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.