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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.