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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.