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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.