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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.