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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.