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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.