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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.