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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.