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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.