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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pagans,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
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.