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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
UT,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.