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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.