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 Israel 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.