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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.