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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.