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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.