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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.