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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.