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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.