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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Can,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.