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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.