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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.