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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 of 44. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.