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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.