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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.