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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.