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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.