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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.