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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.