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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.