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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.