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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.