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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.