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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.