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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.