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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.