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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Crime,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.