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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.