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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Symarip,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.