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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.