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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.