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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.