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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Darondo,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.