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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.