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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.