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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.