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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.