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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.