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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.