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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.