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 Russia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.