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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.