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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Move,
DNA,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.