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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.