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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.