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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.