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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.