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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.