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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Residents,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.