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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.