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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.