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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.