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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.