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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.