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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.