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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.