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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.