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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.