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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.