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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.