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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.