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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s 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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.