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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.