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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
UT,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.