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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Faust,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Rakim,
UT,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.