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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.