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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.