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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.