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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Can,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.