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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.