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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Television,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
The Names,
Slave,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.