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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.