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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.