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 New Zealand 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.