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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.