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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.