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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Index,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.