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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.