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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.