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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.