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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.