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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Magazine,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.