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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
JFA,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Gories,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.