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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.