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 Dominica and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.