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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.