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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.