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 Namibia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.