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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.