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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.