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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.