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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.