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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.