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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.