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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.