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 France and from Mumbai.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.