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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
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Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.