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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.