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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.