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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.