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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.