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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fear 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.