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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.