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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.