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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.