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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.