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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.