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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.