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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
UT,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Can,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.