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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.