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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Mars,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.