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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.