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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.