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 Togo 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.