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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.