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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.