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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.