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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.