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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.