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 Albania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.