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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.