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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.