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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.