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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.