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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.