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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.