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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.