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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.