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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.