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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Erasure,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.