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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.