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 Andorra and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.