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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.