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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.