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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.