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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.