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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Symarip,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.