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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.