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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
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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.