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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.