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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.