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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Cameo,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.