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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.