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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.