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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.