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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.