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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
ABC,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.