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 Malta 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Move,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.