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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.