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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.