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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.