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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.