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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.