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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
New Order,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.