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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gong to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.