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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.