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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.