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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.