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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Television,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.