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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.