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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.