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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.