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 France and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Index,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.