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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fear to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.