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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.