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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.