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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Panda Bear 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.