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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.