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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Qualms,
MDC,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.