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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Visage,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Monks,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.