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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.