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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.