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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.