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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Move,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.