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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.