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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.