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 Panama 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.