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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.