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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.