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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.