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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.