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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.