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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.