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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.