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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Index,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.