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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.