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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.