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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.