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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.