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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.