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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.