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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.