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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.