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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.