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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.