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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.