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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Evens,
JFA,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.