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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.