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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.