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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.