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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.