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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.