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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.