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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Magma,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.