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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
X-102,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.