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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.