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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.