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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.