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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.