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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.