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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.