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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Henry Cow 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.