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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.