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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.