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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.