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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.