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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.