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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.