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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.