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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.