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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.