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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.