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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Flipper to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.