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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.