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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Interpol,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.