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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.