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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.