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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.