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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.