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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.