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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.