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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.