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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Technova to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.