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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
June Days,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.