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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.