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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.