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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Wire,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.