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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
CMW,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.