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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Motorama 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.