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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.