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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.