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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.