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 Canada 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.