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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.