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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.