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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Little Man,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.