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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.