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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.