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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.