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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.