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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
UT,
Wire,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.