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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.