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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.