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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.