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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.