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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
The Move,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.