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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Monks,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.