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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.