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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.