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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.