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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.