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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.