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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.