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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.