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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.