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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.