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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.