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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.