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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.