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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.