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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.