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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.