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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.