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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.