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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.