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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.