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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
June Days,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.