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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.