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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.