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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.