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 Singapore and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Faust,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.