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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.