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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.