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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.