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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.