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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.