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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.