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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
X-102,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.