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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.