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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.