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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.