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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.