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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.