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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Can,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.