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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.