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 India and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.