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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Visage,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.