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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.