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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Move,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.