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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Liliput,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Move,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.