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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.