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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.