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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.