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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.