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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.