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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Gong,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Franke,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.