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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Names,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.