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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.