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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.