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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.