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 Oman and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.