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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.